I applaud these ladies who paved a way for women. I mean, bootlegging whiskey takes talent, folks!

Read on for an excerpt from my brand new Boot Knockers Ranch series, starring a little cowgirl who knows her stuff too.

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It’ll take more than ropes and whips for this cowboy to keep his bratty woman in line.

The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4

At twenty-three, Bree Roberts is ready to sow some wild oats. The perfect place to start? The neighboring spread—The Boot Knockers Ranch, where twenty smokin’ hot cowboys deliver sexual therapy to women. The problem? The entry fee is more than she’s made in a lifetime.

Only wanting to explore, she figures her tanned, toned legs will be her ticket to ride. Except Ty keeps kicking her off their land. Then she begins to suspect the reason why. He likes her.

If Ty spots that little vixen wrapped around one of his cowboys one more time, he’s going to throw her over his knee. Trouble is, she’d like it. Catching her participating in the ranch’s notorious, semi-clad Cornhole tournament is one thing, but when he finds her under their resident Dom’s whip, enough is enough.

Ty won’t throw a naked woman out of his bed, namely one who deserves a spanking, but showing Bree the rewards of sex mixed with a little emotion leads to trails neither of them intended to tread.

Warning: Contains a spitfire cowgirl who excels at breaking the rules, and a cowboy who lays down the law—and a firm hand on her ass cheek.

EXCERPT:

The gorgeous man had enough swagger to knock the air from her. She watched his muscles rolling, arms swinging loose, denim pulling tight over his thighs. Six-pack, hell. Ty looked as if he had twice that.

He let his gaze travel over her body, making her quiver with excitement. He was one of the baby-faced guys, but he was hot as hell. Besides, if he sprouted a five o’clock shadow, he’d look rough and dangerous enough to suit her.

She shifted her hips, giving him the best view of her toned thigh muscle. What was she doing? She should run for it.

Daddy always said I did tempt fate. We’ll see if these two men make me the filling of a Boot Knocker sandwich.

Judging by the looks on Ty’s and Elliot’s faces, she was in a double-good position to get her dreams fulfilled.

“S’up, Elliot?” Ty’s gaze didn’t leave her. In fact, it sank to her breasts then up to her face.

“Your gal here is in to trick riding, and I feel the sudden need to learn. You up for sharing her?”

Bree’s heart rate spiked. Her panties flooded.

“My gal…” Ty drawled the words, and her stomach hatched a thousand butterflies.

Run for it.

No, wait it out. If I can get two for the price of one pair of short-shorts…

Ty’s eyes narrowed, and his long brows punctuated his suspicion. He swaggered near and snaked an arm around her middle. When he hauled her against his rock-hard body, she felt the tension running off him.

No escape. Shoulda run.

“Not with this one, Elliot. She’s all talk in bed.”

She sucked in a gasp. Confusion crossed Elliot’s rugged features.

Ty delivered a pinch to her backside that made her yip. “For all her shorty-shorts, she’s a cold fish. But I’ll meet you in the bunkhouse at nightfall if you want to play.”

With that, Ty started dragging her away. She dug in her bootheels.

“If you don’t walk away with me normal, I’ll pick you up and throw you over my shoulder, Miss Roberts.”

Ice filled her veins. He knew her. How? Was there a wanted poster on the wall somewhere? This man saw dozens of women a week—surely he wouldn’t remember her face after visiting her ranch.

He placed his mouth close to her ear, heating it with his words. “Don’t you want to be objectified, sweetheart? Isn’t that why you’re here?”

“No.” She aimed a kick at his shin, but he moved his leg at the same moment. “Where are you taking me?”

Her pulse thrummed. For the first time since rolling under that fence, fear took hold. Not because Ty would likely hand her back to her father and she’d be in for the lecture of her life, but because she might not get another chance with a Boot Knocker.

No, I’ll get a chance.

This time her bootheel glanced off Ty’s shin. He didn’t even flinch, just kept walking.

“What do you have—iron shins?”

He eyed her. “I’ve got iron everything, sweetheart. Now I’m going to put you into my truck and take you home.” With him being shirtless, she was well aware of how hard he was.

“How do you know I didn’t pay to be here?”

He glared at her. Up close his eyes were green, glowing like sea glass. She shut her jaw with such force her teeth grazed her tongue. Biting off a curse, she let him drag her another ten feet before really digging in.

She tore away and set her hands on her hips. “I can go on my own.”

“I’d prefer to escort you.” He didn’t look fazed by her anger. She felt it simmering just below her skin, about to boil over if he tried to manhandle her again.

She waved a hand as if he were an annoying fly. “Go on back to your Cornhole.”

He ran a hand over his chest and abs. She stopped breathing. The sight of long fingers over ridges of manscaped flesh rendered her panties a soggy scrap.

Sure, Ty had one of those crooked cowboy smiles.

Too bad he was an insufferable jerk.

After his treatment of her, she wouldn’t have sex with Ty if he were the last Boot Knocker on earth.